Topper And Rafe Novels & Stories

“How did you find it? Meeting my family?” “I like your mom. Adam and Carter are pleasant, so I’m not surprised you’re such a gentleman. You have a wonderful family, Jules.” His mouth curls up. “Jules?” “That’s what they call you.” “Well, that’s not everything.” He smirks, shaking his head. “Wait till you meet Rafe.” I raise my gaze at him. “Why?” “He’s... uptight.” “Really?” “I suppose I haven’t told you yet. Rafe had a twin brother. Mikhail.”

Inside, it was cool and silent, smelling of old wood and lemon wax. Rafe was in a first-floor solar, not in the grand master bedroom. He was propped up in a large chair by a window overlooking a vineyard, a blanket over his legs. He looked smaller. The terrifying vitality that had always radiated from him was muted, banked like a fire. But his eyes, when they found Jay's, were the same: sharp, lucid, and utterly commanding. "Leave us," Rafe said to the doctor and a hovering attendant. His voice was thinner, but the authority in it was undimmed. They scurried out.

Not of Sloane this time. It was Rafe. A recent photograph, taken from a distance, showing Rafe and Mira sitting together on the clubhouse steps two days earlier, unaware they were being watched, her head tilted toward him in the easy unguarded posture of two people who had recently and carefully fallen for each other. Rafe's face, when he saw it, went the color of old ash. *** Colt pulled the knife free and the photograph fell into his waiting hand. He turned it over. On the back, in the same unsteady handwriting from the very first envelope, four more words: I know what matters.

For the first time in a while, Rafa is one step ahead of Ryan. Immediately after Ryan stormed out his office and Rafa told Selene, “We have to kill him. Now, it’s a battle of who kills who first,” he made a move. He wasted no time, standing up the next second and going to meet with a rival gang. They exchanged promises and values and swear to keep their alliance confidential.

I look up to see a grinning Rafe looking down at me. He looked just as handsome as his older brother, both wearing navy suits. Rory wore a silver tie whereas I could tell Rafe was the comic of the family with his flashing red nose reindeer tie that cracked me up instantly. I hadn’t noticed it before, was he wearing it over dinner or deliberately changed to cause a laugh. He twirled me and he dipped me, I was struggling to keep up. “You know humans see in Christmas Day with a kiss at midnight….” His charming voice whispers into my ear.

He radiated “touch my daughter and I’ll break your spine in half.” Rafe flicked his gaze over each of them quickly, trying not to look like he was cataloguing threats. Then his eyes landed on Baylee. He froze for a second. Then, to her disgust, he smiled. “Baylee Vale,” he said. “Damn. You’re still pretty.” Heather’s knife hit the wall point-first between Rafe’s head and his ear with a loud thunk. Rafe jerked. Heather smiled sweetly. “Oops,” she said.

The scene caused an eye-sore to some people who expected them to be rivals but they turned out to be good friends. Arrax Domineco Keller returned Rafe a big smile, pushing his curls to the other side. Arrax teased, allowing his eyes to fall on Seraya in the distance, " I thought, you would be coming alone, bro. Looks like, you are too fast in finding your dessert." Rafe rolled his eyes and watched his unbuttoned shirt through the coat. Rafe scoffed, smacking his chest playfully, " Don't think that everyone is like you. Goddess, you don't even restrain yourself in an event. Button your clothes."

After a few minutes Rafe came to me, "Are you done?" I turned my backless stool to him, "Yeah, tired." He had removed his blazer, looking different in just a stripped stone blue silk shirt. Rolled up sleeves, tousled dark hairs. His top buttons from his chest were opened too. I chuckled silently and involuntarily at his casual appearance.

Rafe whispered with a face that looked really tired as if a lot of heavy loads were on his mind this time. ** "Rafe, are you up yet?" Luna seemed to have woken up refreshed that morning. The girl seemed to be in good spirits, especially heading to the dining table in anticipation of the super sumptuous meal that she rarely enjoyed. "So, what's for breakfast today?" asked Luna excitedly, while Rafe, who had just arrived, yawned a little and rubbed his eyes. "Spaghetti." "Eh?" Luna was dumbfounded because this was not the usual Rafe. Rafe is a wealthy man who had the entire building booked for dinner and is now serving pasta.